You just returned from a mission, heading straight for the infirmary; Something was up with your wrist.

You sat down on a stretcher, as your Colonel, whom had medical training, approached you “Make it quick.” You said, not even bothering to look up at him.

He patched up your fracture, before speaking. “That should do, you’re good to go.”

You finally looked up, eyes widening. He was fine. “Ah, on second thought, it’s kinda hurting now.” You didn’t want to leave his side.